Christian (Vampires in America: The Vampire Wars Book 10) by D.B. Reynolds

Author:D.B. Reynolds [Reynolds, D.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781611946888
Publisher: ImaJinn Books
Published: 2015-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

NATALIE WOKE WITH a start. The room was dark and empty, and, for a moment, she couldn’t remember where she was. And then the night came crashing back, and she remembered everything. She covered her eyes with a groan. Had she really been that wanton, needy creature? For sure, that had never happened before. This was all Christian’s doing, some vampire magic he’d worked on her. Her sex pulsed in remembered heat, flooding her pussy with wet need, and her breasts felt swollen and sensitive beneath the soft fabric of . . . Christian’s sweater. He must have put it on her after carrying her to bed. His scent surrounded her, and she couldn’t stop the soft moan that trembled from her throat. God, she wanted him. He was like a drug. Every inch of her was on fire, replaying the touch of his mouth, the sharp sting of his fangs, the hard thrust of his shaft.

Her hand slid beneath the sweater, her fingers finding the slick moisture between her thighs. Her clit throbbed to her touch, her sex wide open and aching as she slipped two fingers inside herself. She added a third, but it didn’t come close to the thickness of Christian’s cock, the way he’d stretched her wide, her inner muscles clenching around him as he’d fucked her slowly, deliberately. His fingers gripping her ass as he—

She came with a muffled cry, her pussy contracting hard, squeezing her fingers as her thumb stroked her clit. She lay there for a moment, her chest beaded with sweat, her heart pounding beneath her breasts. And then she rolled to her side, and curled in on herself as if to contain the pleasure, wishing Christian was there to hold her instead.

She must have drifted back to sleep then, because the next time she woke, she had the definite sense that it was later. The little bit of light leaking around the dark blinds was just pale enough that she knew it was afternoon, not morning. And a quick glance at her cell phone told her she was right. Rolling to her back, she smoothed the soft fabric over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden. She toyed with them briefly, then snapped upright. Something was happening to her. Despite the long, dry spell of celibacy that had been her time in Houston, she usually didn’t masturbate more than a couple of times a week, and she rarely woke up wet. That she was even thinking about coming on her own fingers for the second time in one day was unheard-of.

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